With my finger I push the clouds here and there. I allow the rain to fall on fertile or dry lands. It is my promise that you be prosperous, that the fruit of your toil be bountiful and sweet. Yet so few of my children have written upon their hearts the promises I have made.
How can you know what I have made available if you don’t come to a knowledge of all the truth and all the records of those who have come before.
My desire is that all have all, that those who are of the chosen tribes come to the knowledge that the law has ended, that the final sacrificial blood has been shed that you too might have the promise of life and life eternal.
Those who have accepted my begotten of their own free will, I have given you life with great abundance and power that you, with futility, allow to lay aside while you struggle and yearn and wonder that I am not hearing you.
I hear all thoughts, now hear mine.
I want to speak to all and bless all under the same expanse.
I want that the churches come together with those of the tribes and seek to be as one people that all accept the truth and all accept the promises and I will show you my bow in the heavens, the colors of the glory of my son to come, the sign that my promises must be fulfilled.
I will bless mightily those who hear and carve within their hearts those things I say and that you do those things I ask.